Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Gong,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.